A month and a half had passed. The king and his hand had arrived at winterfell with Sansa. Gendry at the Winterwoods and Davos sat in a wooden chair in the throne room without a throne. Sansa has met with Piper and acquired the details of their journey, from the stone creatures to the burns on her legs, to the attempt to reclaim Old Valeria. The stories brought tears to her eyes as she imagined her sisters losses, and the loss of her sister.
A rider had been sent already to hardhome to inform Jon Snow of the happenings. A raven came in response giving indication that Jon would return to winterfell to grieve with his family. A week and a half later Jon arrived with his wife and 4 children Ghost and a new pup for Sansa. The intent was to mourn and hold a vigil for Arya. By the time all this took place another fortnight had passed.
Jon and his family were preparing to return home, north of the wall, when Bran met them at the gate.
"I'm coming with you Jon. There are things I must do."
"What would you do beyond the wall? There is nothing there? Only the free folk, my people." Jon was unsure of what Bran could possibly want in the true north. There were no great houses to bargain or barter with. No enemies to make peace with. There were no farms to harvest or mines to purge. What could Bran possibly want there?
"I must return there. It's where I belong. "
Jon grew angry thinking his cousin was trying to claim the free folk as part of his domain.
"The free folk are not your domain, do you think you can just go there and tell them you are the king and they will bow down to you? You have no right. They will go to w.."
"I'm dying Jon." Bran interrupted. "I'm supposed to be the 3 eyed raven. I'm supposed to be the truth of men, the memories. I'm supposed to guid men with the truth. Like the 3 eyed raven before me, I was supposed to stay in the true north. It's where my powers were born. I must go back if I want to live. I over stepped my boundaries not realizing the cost. It's my only chance. I will grow as the ones who came before me, until the next one comes after me. My roots will take, if I'm not too late. And I will never return below the wall again. " Bran was as calm and emotionless as always.
" is this some fucking joke? You weren't even going to say anything. Just disappear into some cave and what? What about the 6 kingdoms? What happens to them?"
"I have to. There is no choice. Tyrion and Davos can handle the new election. I've left letters with the maester in kings landing. In a week he will hand them over to Davos and ravens will be sent to the major houses. It is done. " Jon took pause for what felt like an eternity as he processed what he had just heard.
" fine. " he conceded "When we reach castle black, I'll have some men get you to where you need to be." Jon paused for a moment. " I have more pups if ya like one. I would have brought one to ya but they don't like the south. Now that you will be in the north, maybe you want one?"
Bran smiled warmly. It was the most emotion Jon had seen him display since he had left for the wall all those years ago. "gladly cousin. I would like that." Jon gave him a nod and a half smile. "We best be going. Winter is coming "